[ If watching Belial react to his touch, making such soft yet such blatant noises and moving and responding to his touch— practically leaning into it and calling for more with the most seductive movements— wasn't enough to stroke his arousal, then the sight that greets him when Belial takes off his jacker and feather boa certainly is.
He draws in a sharp breath an opens his mouth, wide-eyed, at the sight in front of him— a pale, smooth expanse of skin across a large torso, the fullness of his bare chest, the fine muscle of his arms and shoulders down to the navel— staring numbly for a moment before registering Belial's gesture, and taking another moment to understand its meaning. He complies, quietly but eagerly, raising his arms upwards by his side. He wanted to take off his own clothes, but— actually, now that the idea is brought to him, he likes the thought of Belial undressing him directly much better. He can get his hands on him that way, and Sandalphon longs to receive touch as well as give it.
Unwrapping a birthday present... when he does, will Belial like what he sees? Will it still feel like a gift? Next to this man, his own thin body, thinking on it, seems very average and inadequate in comparison. Without a filter he's unable to stop himself from voicing the thought out loud, saying somewhat timidly: ]
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He draws in a sharp breath an opens his mouth, wide-eyed, at the sight in front of him— a pale, smooth expanse of skin across a large torso, the fullness of his bare chest, the fine muscle of his arms and shoulders down to the navel— staring numbly for a moment before registering Belial's gesture, and taking another moment to understand its meaning. He complies, quietly but eagerly, raising his arms upwards by his side. He wanted to take off his own clothes, but— actually, now that the idea is brought to him, he likes the thought of Belial undressing him directly much better. He can get his hands on him that way, and Sandalphon longs to receive touch as well as give it.
Unwrapping a birthday present... when he does, will Belial like what he sees? Will it still feel like a gift? Next to this man, his own thin body, thinking on it, seems very average and inadequate in comparison. Without a filter he's unable to stop himself from voicing the thought out loud, saying somewhat timidly: ]
... I hope you won't be disappointed.